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It was late in the evening when Raizel's friends, and at the same time classmates, left to their place after self-inviting themselves into Frankenstein's house. As usual, they always leave such a mess, and the maids of the house have to clean after them by their "Master's orders" which usually starts unnecessary conflict: one time Raizel didn't clean and Regis got mad at him, another time Tao was so absorbed into his game that Takeo, the protagonist of this story, had to clean the living room by himself; And tonight, it happened again. Regis and Seira were both free from cleaning tonight and his partner was preoccupied with the screen in front of him.
After many attempts, Takeo eventually gave up and started to do the work by himself. It was already night and all he wanted was to rest, take a bath and sleep.
While he was cleaning the table, carpet and sofa, he was under Frankenstein's gaze, and you could easily tell the disappointment on his face while he exhaled loudly.
"I should talk to that bowl head tomorrow. I suppose no one wants nor has the energy for another argument. I'm sorry, Takeo."
"It's fine. You should go look after Rai. He said he wanted to go to the bathroom. I doubt he learned how toilets and bidets work."
And with another exhale, he left.
Takeo was now putting the dozens of dirty plates in the sink, and oh how much he wished that Franken could buy a dishwasher, but that was only a dream. He then proceeded to turn on the faucet which was progressively getting unbearable to touch because of the hot water, and he let it pour over the plates while he grabbed a pair of gloves, the same he uses every time while washing the dishes.
Takeo then reached to the sponge which sat next to the faucet and held it under it for a brief moment. As his covered hand came in contact with the water, he winced a bit but he forced himself to grow accustomized to the temperature. His eyes wandered to the soap which he then proceeded to pour onto the squishy object.
First he grabbed the plate on the surface which was held at an angle so the water won't splash everywhere and started to gently scrub along it. Front and back, both were having bubbles that were soon to be removed by his hand. Second was a bowl. His mind automatically made up an image of Tao and he frowned.
He went on for a few more plates and he was already deep in his thought that his whole movement was almost robotic, programmed. He didn't even realize he was now left with the glasses but Takeo suddenly stop, having both hands on the counter and his defocused irises on the wall in front of him. Minutes passed until he came back to reality and continued doing his job. He was now different though. His cheeks were having a tint of red.
The alcohol hit in.
If only those little kids didn't fetch it, now he could be sober.
Next up was a glass that reeked of wine from miles away. Must be the glass in which his mouth was on and sipped the delicious content.
At the thought of it, Takeo licked his lips.
He then took the sponge again and scrubed the dish, this time gently, as the noises it made, made his eardrums tingle. Putting the sponge away he went in with two fingers and started to wash off the soap off of it. He couldn't help it but that made him think of washing the cum away, which sent shivers down his spine.
Next up was another glass, which was soon to be barely touched by the sponge. Takeo thought of that dirty object as his dirty object. He was "edging" the contact in between the two objects which were held in his hands. You didn't even need a scientific perspective to see the adoration and enjoyment on his face. His eyes were half lidded, lip in between his teeth, a proeminent red on his cheeks and the edges of his mouth turned up into a smirk. Such a lewd face.
Last one was a spoon. He didn't even think about it much as he lifted it up only for the hot water to splash everwhere because of the surface of the object. Takeo moaned, and the steam which was surrounding him, made his eyes teary. It didn't take him long to finish with it and quickly throw the gloves, which softly touched the tip of his fingers, in the trash can nearby.
As he attempted to walk towards his room, he only now noticed the bulge in his pants but that only made things much more interesting. And only he knows how much time he spent in the bathroom that night.